. . . We went on board ship the 4th of June. It was a sail called John Bright. We were on the sea six weeks and two days. The sea was very rough, at times, and I was very sick. Our life on the ship was anything but pleasant. My stepmother was the only one who could speak English.

We were allowed a certain amount of provisions each day. We would fix it the best we could and take it up on deck to be cooked. We had oatmeal, split peas, bacon out of brine, hard tack, which is great big, flat biscuits as big as saucers and as hard as iron, very few potatoes, brown sugar and a very small portion of flour. The water was in large wooden kegs which got very stale before the end of the journey. There was a man that used to come every day through the ship to clean and gather trash, etc. Articles he picked up were put in a barrel and then that afternoon were held up to be identified or sold. One day mother missed her black dress. She looked everywhere then she thought of the man that cleaned. She rushed up on deck just in time to see her black dress being held up. She was certainly glad to get her best dress back again. I remember a lady getting buried in the sea and seeing the husband and the small children weeping. In after years I met this man because he had married an aunt of my husband.

A steamer came out from land to get us from the ship. We landed in Castle Garden, now called Ellis Island, in New York harbor. We were examined by doctors. Then we were put on the steamer again and taken to the harbor of New York. We landed on the pier. The pier was out over the water with no railing but a shed over it. We were there overnight and slept on the ground as we had to have our own bedding. That evening Mother went up town to get bread and cheese. She saw some tomatoes and thought they were some nice fruit, so she bought some. We tried to eat them but couldn't. That was our first experience with tomatoes. We saw our first bar of ice here, also. Next day brother Sammie came up missing. We were terribly worried as he could have easily fallen over the side of the pier. We looked everywhere when finally I ran along by the side of the railroad track and there he was across the track playing with some children. I was surely glad to get hold of his fat, dimpled hand, although I also felt like shaking him for running away. I saw a woman and a child crying. The husband had gone up town and drank too much beer, when coming back he walked off the pier and was drowned.

Next day we boarded the train. When on the train we had to buy our food whenever the train stopped long enough. At one stop father sent me after fresh water. The stream coming from the fountain was small, and it took quite a little time to fill the container. I thought they expected me to get it full. Just as I turned I could see the train starting to move. I ran and a man reached down and grabbed me and lifted me onto the moving train. It was a close call. I often wondered what would have happened had I been left behind because I couldn't speak a word of English. We crossed the Mississippi River on a steamboat. We then got on the train again. Some people died because of the heat after we crossed the river. We came as far as Laramie on the train traveling night and day. We stayed in Laramie a couple of days. The boys from Utah were there with wagons and mules to take us to Salt Lake City.

We left Laramie July 27th and arrived in Salt Lake August 24, 1868. All that were able to walk did so. . . . [p.140]

BIB: Jenkins, Mary Ann Williams, [Autobiographical Sketch], In The Samaritans, comp. by Raymond R. Martin and Esther Jenkins Carpenter (privately printed, 1968). p. 140. (CHL)
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